Ever had a bad day? Needed some real perspective? It is rare that I consider any day particularly better or worse that any other, but last night I got what I needed.
After eating dinner we were hanging out in the family room when my 23 month old son (as he often does) came over and said “daddy hold you”. So I picked him up; normally he would want me to toss him on the couch or take him someplace that he can’t reach by himself and he probably shouldn’t be getting into.
But then he said, “daddy?”
“Yes, hunny”, I replied.
“I wuv you daddy”
Now he has “parroted” I love you many times, but that was the first time it was unprompted. Words can not describe…